Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en read more

An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en metal; et le bienfait s'escrit en
l'onde.]

It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!

It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!

Whistle, and she'll come to you.

Whistle, and she'll come to you.

Nose, nose, holly red nose,
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon read more

Nose, nose, holly red nose,
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;
And they gave me this jolly red nose.

'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.

'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.